Fun in the sun

[thespaceopera]

[It's that time again, kids. A familiar little jingle rings out through every speaker, and your host's voice is right behind it, sounding as chipper as ever. Her cheer could almost outshine the sun!]

Good morning, dear passengers! I hope you are all enjoying the sunshine on your shoulders and the sand between your toes. Don't forget your sunscreen, though... there's no telling what sorts of silly things a foreign sun might do to your skin!

Also, we apologize for any little hiccups in the functionality of some of your augments--there are a few harmless technical difficulties that are being resolved as we speak. So, if anyone is feeling a little funny, there is absolutely nothing to worry about. Just relax, and it should be resolved in no time.

As for the Shuffle, I hope you're all not too busy with your summertime fun to take time and welcome this week's batch of new faces, as well as congratulate Captain Matthews on his promotion!

[Oh, remember that scattered, distant laughter and applause? It's back! All must be right with the worlds.]

And since last week was such a big hit-- here is another letter from some lucky audience member!

[She clears her throat.]

"Hello! Long-time watcher, first-time writer, here... and I'm always just so impressed by the crazy skills and hilarious backstories of the passengers. I was wondering, if each passenger could share one piece of advice with us, what would it be?"

--Well! You heard them, folks. Your audience awaits your answers! Make them good.

[And then, just before she signs off, she leaves one last hurried warning.]

Finally, be sure to jettison your temporary, Atroma-licensed, land-and-sea recreational outfits before the fleet leaves this system's range!

And remember, the worlds are watching!

[As before, the signal goes quiet, but the line is left open. Someone is listening.]


ooc: → here
(also, anyone who responded to Diamond's broadcast last week is free to have noticed by now that they've received a suspicious little bonus to their ratings payout. audience participation pays off??)

Comments

[touchofrogue]

[Oh no, I am pretty sure that Rogue just actually giggled. Someone write this day down.

Oh dear, she can't stop. She's still laughing.]

I'm -- fine with that -- too!

[And more laughing.

Sorry, Clay, but not really sorry at all. Not really at all.]

[geonomy]

[omg how completely rude.

but you know what?

HE'S FINE.]

No, girls, come on! You need to put more oomph into it!

I'M ZESSICA WONG AND I'M FINE WITH THAT!!

I'M ROGUE AND I'M FINE WITH THAT TOO!!

[touchofrogue]

[The fact that she can hear this both from down the hall in the ship and over the communicator is really too much. She is laughing too hard now to participate, even if she wanted to--]

Can't -- [so much laughing] -- breathe!

[geonomy]

You okay down there?

[He yells it down the hall this time, though it can still be heard over the communicator too.]

[touchofrogue]

I'm - I'm [she can't bring herself to say the word, it's the first time she's felt empathy for Porky Pig.] -- okay!

[Still laughing. What this probably is? All the stress and grief of the past few months breaking out into slight hysterics, because it's really not THAT funny. But Rogue can't seem to stop.

Her poor reputation. It's a good thing Teddy and Billy are not here, or they would never let her forget it.]

[geonomy]

[Shhh it's totally funny and Clay is hilarious. Teddy lives vicariously through Clay, he will never forget.]

Just take a deep breath and you'll be fine, Rogue! [HEH]

[touchofrogue]

[Ouch! Cruel.

Still laughing, Rogue turns off the feed and shuts the door to break down into hysterics in peace.

You sadist, she'll get you for this.]

[zessica]

Quick, Rogue! Come over soon, you sound like you can't breathe!

[Of course this is said between more laughs of her own.]

[touchofrogue]

[She can't, Zessica, she really just can't.]

It's - it's fi - I'm fi - I can't, oh Gawd.

[She's dying, someone send a medic.]

[zessica]

[There's a loud pfffft from Zessica's end.]

Let me know if you make it out alive!

[touchofrogue]

[She'll... do that, Zessica. She'll just... turn off the communicator right now because... Reasons. Yes.]

[zessica]

[Okay, okay, she's got this. She's under control enough to manage what she wants to say.]

Clay, if you wanted to be invited to the sleepover, too, all you had to do was ask. [Why yes, her tone is implying ~things~]

[geonomy]

[WELL, CLAY

is absolutely terrible at picking up things like that, so he just waves it off.]

Nah, I'm fine! You girls do your own thing. [He's pretty sure girls like to keep sleepovers a girls thing anyway.]

[zessica]

Hm? What thing are you talking about? [Do tell.]

[geonomy]

You know, sleepover stuff? Talk about things, play some games, eat, eventually sleep... [That's what he and Apollo do at sleepovers anyway.]

[zessica]

Yeah, but co-ed is much more fun. Imagine that! [Still waiting patiently.]

[geonomy]

Well, usually girls want boys to stay out of sleepovers, so I can't imagine that... [NOPE STILL NOT GETTING IT]

[zessica]

Really? Stop and think a little harder. [He'll get there.]

[geonomy]

[... ... ... Ah.]

Ah.

[zessica]

[Just some more laughter. She'll let him off the hook now.]

[geonomy]

[THERE IS A FIRE BURNING IN HIS CHEEKS. He ducks his head, visor covering his face, and slaps around for the communication device.]

IIII think I'll skip out anyway, I'll just - [DEVICE FOUND, TURNING IT OFF NOW.]